"This is obscene, you cannot talk like that, not to me, or anyone."

HA HA HA. Talk like what, my sweet? MY SLOPPY-CUNTED WHORE-TOY? Talk like what?

I will never ever give you my ass unless you give it to me first. I will hold you on my lap and fuck you gently, as gently as the first time. 

With you in my ass and you chin hooked over my shoulder and your arms cradling my soft belly from behind, I feel so close to you, I burn a hole in time. Oh God. You are a wonderful creature, a naked wonderful creature, oh God, will you rock me like this all night?

Come, breath onto my neck some more. Sometimes when you breath onto the side of my neck from behind, I can cum, I can cum, I can cum, I can cum. Just from that.

I want this, now, I want your ass, your turn. Your button-flower-ass-hole. I'll stick onto my tongue in it first. Mm. You know this is how I like to be touched. Without inhibitions, without guilt. You touch me through the hole of my trousers and I drink cognac from the bottle.

Remember how we spent the whole night touching and moaning and keeping it down? How can something so beautiful consist of something so laughable as the knocking-together - like puppets or Barbie dolls in the fists of a seven-year-old - of two drunk young bodies full of food and thoughts? Sometimes I am thinking of something else. Sometimes you are - and sometimes you yawn in the middle of it - yet there is something so perfect about our fucking, lover, I cannot imagine it ever not being THE THING I WANT MOST, RIGHT NOW, RIGHT HERE. Let's do it again.